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Museum in Belgrade, January 2004.
"My dear ones,
It's been three years since I started keepingmyself busy by painting
around the house.
I trace all sorts of paintings on the furniture, covering one by
one. I started with the kitchen cupboard, and then I decorated the
entire kitchen with joyfull marguerite flowers, nice and big.
I made a good choice: a kitchen doesn't need complex scenes, and
if a painting is humble it accepts it wholeheartedly.The marguerites
have taken root and now the kichen smells of adonis.
One has to coquer the house with his painting and fill it with shadows
- to tame it and bridle it - otherwise it breaks away and becomes
capricious turning into a stranger - although you live with it.
I painted all of my standing furniture around the house. I ran out
of it last winter. Sensing that I still have quite a few paintings
left in my hands, and lacking the places to jot them down, I prepared
lots of new furniture, alone.
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Double cupboards, tall bookshelves, a dozen chairs, humpy wooden
chets, mirrors for maidens, dressing tables and French beds, tables
for children and benches for men folk, three legged chairs for godfathers
and dowry dressers...
All by myself.
I make every single piece just like painting it:
the furniture has to have its shape and color, with some light woven
into it and no solitude at all.
But I don't adorn it with images completely.
Sometimes I wonder why I don't cover my furniture with images like
I used to do before.
What is it that prevents me from taming with mypainted noose the
pieces of furniture I've made with my own hands?
Everything becomes clear the moment I complete the particular piece:
I set on the floorbefore myself and while it plays around my feet
I can hear it purr, along with others. My furniture pieces are tame
like kittens. Sweet and lovable. It is quite enough to trace a carved
design, to cut an arabesque or paint a vignette, dab it with pigments
- creating much more of a picture than many my previous canvass
paintings.
My furniture is my art.
Take care of yourselves, my dear ones. Write back.
And get in touch if you need docile, painted furniture."
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Mara
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